Addiction

For all those who dont know, im completely obsessed with Def Poetry Jam and considering all the other things that i could be into, its a rather healthy obsession. As ive said before i like to think myself a poet and since i cant be on that stage myself, i entend to celebrate those who are living the dream. Todays spotlight falls on Mr. Rafael Casal whose witicism has become my new addiction; his soft spoken intelligence has opened my heart and if he wanted it, it would be his for the taking ;)

A Little Too Late

This is Harut. i just discovered him this year though ive known him all my high school life--which really kinda sucks. Generally good people are few and far between, and just to throw a number out there, id say that out of every 10 people i know, shit maybe 3 are truely real. & so, ive concluded that Harut, this 5'5 Armenian guy who is sweet, hilarious, and comes with his own sexy-armenian-aroma, is deffinitely one to keep close as these high school days dwendle down to not so distant memories. Today, he told me that he'd miss me just as much as id miss him, and it kills me to think of all the jokes we could of cracked before all this pre-grad nostalgia began to take its toll. But hey, i figure all us seniors will make the best out of the situation, embracing one another in ways we wouldnt evn have dreamt of freshman year. Today i pledge to officially forget that the end of an era is approaching, and enjoy the flow of things...life is alot easier that way anyhow .

Type Romance

Today i felt the need to milk an old performance for all it was worth ;) you might remember this from the Bravo Talent Show where i performed it last year. i tried to adjust spacing with the attitude of the poem but hey, it is what it is riight?

TYPE ROMANCE

I remember a
"me holdin' you, holdin' my hand"
type romance, a
"us walkin to BK cause we,
wanted to be together"
Type romance, and
"you
takin me
to your house and
lovin me
on your parents bed"
type romance.
I remember
because it was my most physical type romance.
made me feel as if no one else exsisted,
no other worthy enough to get it.
Recently, i came accross a
newtype romance, a
"18 year olf virgin who broke up with his girlfriend for me"
type romace and
so tired of their long distance relationship he looked to me
for a "closer" type romance and
damn did we get close.
his hands caressing my every curve,
wrapped up in his lips and his words,
he blessed me
with an "obsession"
type romance
and, once a week
we would get together
and
go to his house
and well...
i wont bother you with the deails of that "lust"
type romance,
mainly because it didnt last long. See i was just a
physical escape for his
"wish she was here, im just dieing to grab some ass"
type romance.
so i let him go back to his
"true love"
type romance. But recently
ive been thinking about you
and
all our old passions; finding myself caught
stuck staring a you through pathetic
rose colored glasses and
deep down, i remember.
I REMEMBER.
but that old love is
burnt out and ashen
and to be fair, what we had back then
it was so easy to be sleezy and lax but
in reality
no matter how much i
want
and need to
hold to touch
to feel you...
i alone cannot undo the past.
So here i am stuck in neutral
thinkin about our
"dont mess it up, cause you only get one shot"
type romance.